HOME | DD

Description
Cindy sits down opposite him, hiding her shaking hands under the table. She can't remember when she had last been so nervous, but she knows a thousand things could go wrong here and now.
The man she is meeting for the first time today smiles at her over the table and she feels herself fall in love with his dimples already.
“Cindy,” he says, his voice soft and steady. “Good to finally meet you.”
She blushes slightly and fights to return his smile. “Nice to meet you, too, Dan.”
'Concentrate!' she shouts at herself silently, knowing her problem staying focused. It would be too shameful not remembering anything of their first date tomorrow. He would think she didn't care for him at all.
A waitress appears at their table. “What do you want to drink?” She is slender and self-confident, and much better looking than Cindy.
“One cappuccino for me, please, and a hot chocolate for my date, I think?” replies Dan. Cindy looks at him in surprise and nods. He knows her favourite drink just from chatting!
After throwing her a derogatory look, the waitress leaves and Cindy returns her attention back to Dan. He is searching his bag for something and after a few seconds puts a notepad on the table. After that he takes out a pen and starts to write. Cindy frowns in irritation, thinking that she lost his attention pretty quickly. A new world record, even.
“Dan?” she asks tentatively, but he just shakes his head. Then he hands the notepad to her. It says: I hope you don't mind this. I have a real problem remembering what people tell me, so could we continue having written conversations, even if we're both here now?
Cindy just stares at him.

Dan watches the woman weaving her way through a sea of tables towards him. She is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. Feeling his hands perspire he considers changing his plans for today. What would be worse, handing her a wet pen or forgetting everything about this date later?
Before he can find a solution she is sitting across from him. He pulls himself together.
“Cindy. Good to finally meet you,” he says and his voice breaks under the burden of those trivial words.
“Nice to meet you, too, Dan,” she says, enchanting him with her voice and smile. Her slight blush makes her all the more attractive.
“What do you want to drink?”
Dan's moment of triumph has come and he suppresses a grin. “One cappuccino for me, please, and a hot chocolate for my date, I think?” He smiles at Cindy, who wears a surprised look and nods. Relieve and pride spread through him. He got that right.
But then nervousness and fear take over again. How should he ask her? His voice has left him; he cannot do it... In a moment of panic he reaches for his bag.
The easy way out, then, although he feels extremely stupid doing this. And where is the notepad? Ah, there! Dan grabs it and puts in on the table. And there's his pen, too. He starts writing, torn between his urge to rush this and the need to write clearly.
He hears his name and a shudder runs down his spine. The way Cindy says it... He shakes his head, trying not to look at her. Then he pushes the notepad towards her and stares at his hands while she reads, embarrassed like a schoolboy.

Description
Cindy sits down opposite him, hiding her shaking hands under the table. She can't remember when she had last been so nervous, but she knows a thousand things could go wrong here and now.
The man she is meeting for the first time today smiles at her over the table and she feels herself fall in love with his dimples already.
“Cindy,” he says, his voice soft and steady. “Good to finally meet you.”
She blushes slightly and fights to return his smile. “Nice to meet you, too, Dan.”
'Concentrate!' she shouts at herself silently, knowing her problem staying focused. It would be too shameful not remembering anything of their first date tomorrow. He would think she didn't care for him at all.
A waitress appears at their table. “What do you want to drink?” She is slender and self-confident, and much better looking than Cindy.
“One cappuccino for me, please, and a hot chocolate for my date, I think?” replies Dan. Cindy looks at him in surprise and nods. He knows her favourite drink just from chatting!
After throwing her a derogatory look, the waitress leaves and Cindy returns her attention back to Dan. He is searching his bag for something and after a few seconds puts a notepad on the table. After that he takes out a pen and starts to write. Cindy frowns in irritation, thinking that she lost his attention pretty quickly. A new world record, even.
“Dan?” she asks tentatively, but he just shakes his head. Then he hands the notepad to her. It says: I hope you don't mind this. I have a real problem remembering what people tell me, so could we continue having written conversations, even if we're both here now?
Cindy just stares at him.

Dan watches the woman weaving her way through a sea of tables towards him. She is the most beautiful creature he has ever seen. Feeling his hands perspire he considers changing his plans for today. What would be worse, handing her a wet pen or forgetting everything about this date later?
Before he can find a solution she is sitting across from him. He pulls himself together.
“Cindy. Good to finally meet you,” he says and his voice breaks under the burden of those trivial words.
“Nice to meet you, too, Dan,” she says, enchanting him with her voice and smile. Her slight blush makes her all the more attractive.
“What do you want to drink?”
Dan's moment of triumph has come and he suppresses a grin. “One cappuccino for me, please, and a hot chocolate for my date, I think?” He smiles at Cindy, who wears a surprised look and nods. Relieve and pride spread through him. He got that right.
But then nervousness and fear take over again. How should he ask her? His voice has left him; he cannot do it... In a moment of panic he reaches for his bag.
The easy way out, then, although he feels extremely stupid doing this. And where is the notepad? Ah, there! Dan grabs it and puts in on the table. And there's his pen, too. He starts writing, torn between his urge to rush this and the need to write clearly.
He hears his name and a shudder runs down his spine. The way Cindy says it... He shakes his head, trying not to look at her. Then he pushes the notepad towards her and stares at his hands while she reads, embarrassed like a schoolboy.